Vesta and Zukar leave the tavern and make their way to the Mage’s Guild, the noise of the street replacing the drama they left behind.

Once inside, Vesta scans the room briefly before approaching the nearest guild member. She smooths her skirt and gives a small, practiced curtsy.

“Hello there,” she says with an easy smile. “I’m looking to have a couple of missives sent. I was hoping someone here might be able to help with that.”

She tilts her head slightly, her tone polite but confident.

“I do have coin,” she adds. “I know the rates have gone up, but I should be able to cover it.”

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